Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 500 – Happily Ever After
“
No,” Sinclair says, getting out of bed and grabbing his phone from the nightstand as he does so. “I can't live like this,
Ella. “I call Roger, I have to know.”
“Dominican!” I say, laughing and grabbing him, trying to grab the hem of his pajamas and failing because I have a sleeping baby in
my arms and another pressed warmly to my side. "Do not come back!"
"Only me!" she says, pressing the phone to his ear and running a frantic hand through his hair. “You're telling me that there is
drama in her life, but that it's not a big deal and that it's girl stuff? What the hell am I supposed to do with that
for the next twenty years?!
“You're supposed to sit down,” I say, laughing harder now and patting the mattress on her side of the bed,
still warm from her delicious body heat. “Honestly, if this is the way you react after all of
our daughters' baptisms, we won't be having them anymore…”
Sinclair sighs and removes the phone from his face, flopping onto the bed. “Fine,” he sighs. “Just guys, after this.”
“Mmkay, honey,” he murmurs, even as my mind returns to the vision my mother's priests gave me so long ago
. We have two more on the way, I think a boy and a girl. But who knows what his own future will be.
“I'm glad you came to your senses and hung up the phone,” I murmur, pulling myself and my two children closer to him, my voice a
little smug.
“I didn't,” Sinclair murmurs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Roger just didn’t answer.”
I smile at him and shake my head. “Why can't you take the good news as it is? Human families don't know
anything when their children are born, and Roger and Cora told us that Ariel has an incredible life. Drama is going to happen whether you know what it
is or not.”
“Well, you know what it is,” he says, sending me a sad little look.
“I don't,” I say, laughing and resting my head on his shoulder. “Cora knows this and she has sworn Roger to secrecy
. Ariel's life is her business. I think we should be grateful to know that our two children will grow up

healthy and happy.”
“I know,” Sinclair sighs, pulling me closer, relaxing and allowing herself to feel his tiredness, finally, as the morning light
streams around the curtains we've drawn so we can get some sleep. He turns his head and kisses my
hair after a moment, making me smile as I look at my baby, my thumb tracing long strokes along
my beautiful son's cheek.
We remain like that for a long moment, peace and contentment radiating through the four of us and throughout
our bonds.
“Dominic,” I say quietly, my mind spinning gently. "What do you think? If you had the chance... would you want to know? What
did your godmother see, what did the Goddess explain to you?
"What do you mean?" she murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when I see his eyes move between our eyes.

two perfect children.
“I mean,” I say after a long moment, and his green eyes move to me. “If you... had a chance.
Knowing that... your first mating would eventually fail. But I was on the other side. And all the confusion at the beginning
when we met and I was already pregnant with your child, and everything we went through, and the two beautiful children at the end...
“Besides a wonderful partnership,” he murmurs, pulling me closer and kissing my cheek, “Which is honestly my
favorite part…”
“Even more than the kids!?” I gasp and my mouth opens a little.
“I mean, the kids,” he says, shrugging as if they’re no big deal, which makes me laugh. But then he stiffens
a little as he realizes something, raising his eyes to look at me a little. “Wait, are you saying you like
kids more than me!?”
My laughter breaks out now as I shake my head at him. “No, Sunday. I think... I mean, I think we both mean the
same thing. It's our little family that comes out of it, and each part is individually wonderful, and of course you
are the center of it all for me. You are... you are my partner, my love. I shake my head and smile at him. “The center of my universe. But
the whole universe we have built, Dominic, is wonderful.”
“That's precisely what I mean and what I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face up to
press a soft kiss to my mouth. “You just say it so much better than I do.”

 

“Well,” I say, tossing my hair back over my shoulders haughtily. “I have a way with words.”
“Mmhmm,” he hums, lowering his head slightly to place a kiss on the underside of my jaw and then my neck,
sending a shiver through me. " Among other things."
I smile and wait for him to raise his head again and look me in the eyes again. " So?" I say, pushing, really
waiting for her response. "What do you think? If your godmother had seen all this, would you have wanted to know?
She takes a deep breath and thinks about it. “Well,” he says contemplatively, “on the one hand, it would have saved me a lot of stress and sadness at
some points in my life, to know that this was waiting for me, that this was the true and wonderful hand that The
Goddess was waiting to deal for me. ”.
She transmits some memories to me through the link in an instant to explain what she means when she says a lot of stress and
sadness. I see the loss of his mother, the years he spent tortured, pining for his first partner when she was with
Roger, and then his tumultuous marriage, the desire to have a child and never having been blessed with one, the
marital bond that he finally rejected. Then the years after that I felt just… empty. And after knowing me, and
wanting me, and wanting our child but not knowing what it meant, having a child with a woman who thought she was human...
I nod, really understanding. “It would have helped me,” I say. And then I do the same, passing on my own memories. The
horrible years with only Cora by my side, when each of us had to act as mother and sister to each other. The
horrible unknowing years when I was at my darkest, and then my terrible ex-boyfriend, who I truly believed
I loved, but who betrayed me so deeply. The terrible longing for a child I thought I would never have…
“But,” Sinclair says, looking deep into my eyes and passing the warm balm of her love over our bond
with me, erasing those terrible memories. “As much as it would have been nice to know what awaited us, Ella... it's
important to me that we chose this and fought for it, every step of the way. That it was not just a destiny that gave us the

Goddess. That even if it was meant to be... we loved it, we loved each other. “We would have chosen this life anyway
, even if it wasn’t destiny.”
Tears slide down my cheeks as I nod, because now he's the one who says it correctly.
“I would choose you, Dominic,” I say, my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand lives, a thousand chances to make the same
decisions, I would do it all over again.”
He shakes his head as tears fill his own eyes and leans forward, pulling me closer to him while somehow
miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as he holds me tightly in his arms.

 

arms.
“Then I guess it wouldn't matter,” she murmurs into my hair as I breathe out my tears and nod. “Know or not? I have you
now and our wonderful life, and it's worth everything we paid to get here. You are my everything, problem.”
And he laughs, backing away a little and shaking his head and even smiling at him. “I think we're now forced,” I say,
pointing to our young daughter, “to pass the 'trouble' nickname entirely on to Ariel.”
“No,” Sinclair says, smiling at me as he moves his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away all my tears. She may be
a problem baby, but you will always be my problem. And you will always be mine.”
And I nod and smile softly at him, because... well, because that feels perfect.
“And what about this one?” —I say, running my hand through Rafe's soft hair, smiling at his small body pressed
against me, his mouth slightly open, his long dark eyelashes against his chubby cheeks. “Is he not a problem?”
“This little guy?” Sinclair says, smiling as he reaches out a hand to rub his son's back. “No way,
he's too sweet to cause trouble. He will be the best boy.”
“You'll have to teach him to act tough,” I say with a small laugh, “or everyone will notice him and take advantage of
his tender heart.”
“No problem,” Sinclair says with a smile. “We will build you a suit of steel to protect that sweet heart
of yours.”
I smile too as I look at my son, but my mind is on his father, who is very similar. My beloved Alpha,
probably the scariest and most powerful man in the world, but also the kindest person I have ever met. A
good king, a better companion, a wonderful father.
God, how did I get so lucky?
“I love you, Dominic,” I sigh, leaning my head against him and closing my eyes.
“I love you too, Ella,” he murmurs in response, his arm still holding me tightly as we both fall
asleep, our much loved and desired perfect child sleeping between us. Our wonderful, newborn baby girl
was still snuggled against my arm.

And while I know I shouldn't let myself fall asleep like this, that I should put Rafe in his crib and Ariel in
his bassinet,
that Dominic and I should lie down and sleep stretched out so we don't wake up with a sore neck.
That I'll be up in twenty minutes anyway when Ariel is crying, needing to be fed or changed.
Good. Anyway, I drifted off to sleep. Because everything is so perfect right now in this moment that not a single
part of me wants to disturb it.
And so, snuggled warmly against my partner with my arms around the children I always dreamed of having but thought I
never could, I sleep in complete peace, content knowing that when I wake up?
It will be the beginning of the rest of my wonderful life, one that I am so excited to be able to live with my Alpha by my side.